He left, solitude just got a new picture in my mind
He left,alone in a bed to which we closely would have shared...left me lying here
He,left,the close kiss and embrace we give each other the night before has been pulled away, i have been vandalised by detachment
He left, how could the closeness we shared come to a haulting end
He left, leaving a note at the place of my contemplation

Struggle yes, Arguement yes, Shut downs yes, Misunderstandings yes, Insecurity yes,
Moments of extreme emotional dissession yes
But leaving He left and without a word
Without a verbal goodbye but a note
which is better than a mysterious dissappearance
He left

Anger
Confusion
Torn
Disorientation

this moment this hour this minute the current second
I have had ends had loss had miscarriages dissapointments
yet nothing really prepares you to get used to it
nothing gets you used to it